She was like an angel sent by the gods,

Without a single flaw, free from all sin.

Seemingly innocent, perfect facade,

Life was a game, which she played and would win.

Kind and generous, charming full of light,

Underneath this purity, secrets hide.

Secrets full of darkness, hiding in plain sight,

Where evil started and honesty died.

At midnight, her wickedness came to life,

Extinguishing light, as she grinned with mirth.

A crow cawed, cutting the night like a knife,

Filled with enough sin to burn down the earth.

No one saw through her, their actions unwise,

Because of this they would meet their demise.